The temperature in DC has been below freezing for over a week, so these slow-cooked ribs really hit the spot. They are hearty and delicious, stick-to-your-ribs filling but still fairly clean eating (well, except the potatoes). Perfect for a Sunday when you can do the prep after breakfast then head out for a day or errands or adventures, knowing a great dinner is cooking away at home.

Ingredients (makes enough for 2 with leftovers):

1 tbsp olive oil

3 lbs beef short ribs (the butcher cut them up for us)

Kosher salt + pepper

3/4 sweet onion, thinly sliced

1/2 tbsp brown sugar

2 large cloves of garlic

5 ounces cremini mushrooms, sliced

1 cup apple cider

1/2 tbsp fresh chopped thyme

1 Honeycrisp apple, sliced

For the Sage Butter Mashed Potatoes:

2 large Russet (or Idaho) potatoes

garlic powder

salt

~ 1/3 cup heavy whipping cream

1/2 cup shredded cheddar cheese

4 tbsp. butter

4 sage leaves, chopped

Start by browning your ribs in a heavy bottom skillet over medium high heat. Season the ribs with salt and pepper and sear them for about 1 minute on each side. Then remove the ribs from the skillet.Arrange the sliced onions on the bottom of the crockpot and sprinkle the brown sugar over them. Then throw in the chopped mushrooms, garlic, apple cider, and thyme. Add the seared short ribs on top.Place the lid on the crockpot and cook on low for 7-8 hours or high for 5-6. During the last hour or two, add the apple slices in and toss to combine.When the ribs are done cooking, the meat will fall off the bone. Skim any fat from the top of the crockpot, shred the ribs and dispose of the bones. Keep the rib meat in the sauce, on low heat, until ready to serve.About 30 minutes before you’re ready to eat, start the potatoes. Start by putting on a big pot of water to boil.

Wash, peel, and chop the potatoes. The smaller the pieces, the faster they’ll cook. Once the water is boiling, drop the potatoes in. In the meantime, add the butter to a sauce pan and melt over medium heat until the butter browns. Whisk in any brown bits along the bottom. Add the chopped sage leaves and cook for 30 seconds, then remove from the heat.

Once the potatoes are soft enough that you can easily slide a fork into them, drain and put in a bowl (I use my KitchenAid mixer with the whisk attachment). Add garlic powder and salt to taste. Also add the cheese and heavy cream, whipping together. Last, pour in the brown butter and sage. Stir to combine.

Now you’re ready to eat! Rest assured, this tastes as good as it looks!Recipe from Half Baked Harvest.

If you’ve ever been to Georgetown, you know that the university looks like an American Hogwarts. Healy Hall in particular has striking gothic architecture that looks like it’s straight from a J.K. Rowling novel. The exterior is beautiful, but the real gem is hiding inside on the third floor.

Now an event space that’s generally closed to the public, Riggs was Georgetown’s primary library until Lau was built in the early 70’s. It’s built entirely out of cast iron, and it’s incredibly beautiful. It’s especially breathtaking at Christmas, adorned with garland and velvet ribbons.

As I mentioned, Riggs is generally closed to the public. But I happen to know a man with a key. And it turns out, that if you ask that man really nicely, he will let you in after hours and let you take all the pictures you want.

Some of the books are over 100 years old. There was beauty hiding in every corner. It was utterly majestic and I could have gladly stayed all night.

My birthday was this past Monday and to celebrate, my boyfriend treated me to a little weekend get-away in Aspen. We drove from Boulder and the scenery along the drive was absolutely spectacular.

At the lower elevations the trees still had their vibrant leaves making hillsides appear ablaze.

We stopped in Vail for lunch and ate along the creek. I’ve visited several times to ski in the winter, but it was even prettier this time of year. I posted on my instastory (follow me @howboutsomecake) but forgot to snap any proper photos!

Getting back on the road, there were more views at every twist and turn.

I wish it were possible to capture the way the yellow leaves look as the sun begins to set and casts just the right light to make them sparkle like actual gold. It’s really brilliant, and no camera could ever do it justice.

When we arrived at our hotel, I needed a quick nap (of course). We stayed just outside Aspen at the Viceroy in Snowmass, which was lovely and romantic, but not super convenient. It was about a 20 minute drive into Aspen. We arrived a bit early for our dinner reservation so we walked around the quaint little town and grabbed a glass of wine at a cute spot called Meat & Cheese.

Then we went to Ellina for dinner, where I mostly forgot to take pictures again… except for the cake, of course. I do wish I’d captured more because it was lovely. It’s underground and the stone and white tabletops made me feel like I’d been transported to Greece or southern Italy. The food and service were both top notch, so I’d highly recommend it if you’re ever in Aspen.

The next morning we got up early to go to Maroon Bells. It’s a national park with some hiking and one fairly famous picturesque spot. I took selfies, and usies, and then we got in the car and left immediately because it was FREEZING!

Normally I’d want to hike around the area, but given the weather, I just wanted to leave. We found warmth and sustenance back in Aspen at Justice Snow’s, where we both enjoyed some brisket hash (and I had a mimosa, because it’s my birthday).

After brunch we started making our way slowly back to Denver so I could catch my flight. We still stopped for more breathtaking views, though.

It was a really nice, relaxing weekend and I enjoyed every moment. I’ll be back in Colorado in a couple of weeks. I can’t wait to see how it’s changed with the season!

After several nights in Nice, Katie and I took a train to Paris. I love trains, and traveling through the Provencal French countryside is about as picturesque as you can get. We arrived early afternoon and hailed an Uber to our hotel.

As you may remember, I fell head over heels for Paris earlier this year and I was excited to experience it again with my friend, since it was her first time in the magical city. Just like me, she became completely enamored from the moment we arrived.

We wasted no time in dropping our bags and heading out for a wander. Since we were located near the Eiffel Tower, it was the first place we went. We spent the next couple of hours exploring the city on foot; tracing the Seine and stopping into whatever shop caught our interest.

For dinner that evening we dined at a cafe a few blocks from our hotel. Ever indecisive, we made a habit of sharing all our meals. The first night, we sprung for French Onion Soup (there, they just call it “onion soup”), esgargot, sea bass, and duck confit.

It was fabulous and we were delightfully satisfied and tipsy when we fell into bed that evening.

The next day we woke up and headed straight for Musee D’orsay, stopping for just a quick croissant along the way. I’d desperately wanted to see this museum on my last trip, but the line was ridiculously long. That morning we walked right up and into the museum using the tickets I’d bought online. Not until the next day, when we saw the line wrapped around the block, did we fully appreciate the luck we’d had. I think the lesson there is go Friday morning instead of Saturday, if you can!

The rest of the morning was spent attentively listening to our audio guides (Katie’s favorite thing, after escargot). We took in Van Gogh and Monet and other greats until our tummies were rumbling and we struck out in search of food.

Our search took us across the river and over to the Champs Elysees where we shared pizza and pasta (and of course, rose). With food in our bellies, we headed to Louis Vuitton where Katie purchased her first piece (aptly named “Louis the first”. You can thank me for that one). We sipped more rose and waited in the personalization lounge where they carefully embossed her initials in gold. Then we called an uber and headed back to the hotel for our standard afternoon nap.

Later that evening, we ventured North a bit for some Chinese food a show at the Moulin Rouge. Neither of us really knew what to expect. We were led into the theater, which is very french and pretty, and seated at a table with two other couples. The six of us were packed in like sardines, and our table was overflowing with buckets of champagne (one per couple, included with the tickets we bought). Right on time, the show began and immediately I knew this night would be a highlight of the trip. A huge group of dancers appeared on stage in head to toe sparkles, and it just got better from there. The singing and dancing acts are amazing, but they’re just the tip of the iceberg. At one point, the a giant tank of huge snakes in water emerges from the floor and a woman dives in and dances with them underwater. Another act consists of a man hurling around a woman on roller skates. And the acrobats rivaled Cirque du Soleil. It’s truly a must see. Pictures were forbidden inside, or I would have overwhelmed you with them.

Our last day in Paris, we planned to go to the Louvre but the line was insanely long. Considering the rain, it wasn’t worth the wait, so we headed to Angelina’s for their famous hot chocolate. We kept meandering through the city, stopping to admire art and grab some lunch. We did a lap around Notre Dame (again, an insane line to enter) and called an uber to head back for – you guessed it – a nap.

Around 6 PM I yanked Katie from bed and we went darting over to the Eiffel Tower, for some final photos before we lost the sun. I know that one day, when we’re old and gray, we’ll look back at these and remember the wonderful times we’ve had traveling the world together.

Another carb-heavy dinner, two bottles of red, and we were back in bed. Our car arrived early the next morning to take us to the airport. Like all good things, the trip had come to an end. We’re already planning our trip back.

I’m having one of those weeks where I keep pinching myself because life feels so surreal. Traveling with your best friend is always fun, but when you’re her +1 on a free trip to Nice, it’s just sublime.

We arrived Sunday afternoon and checked into Le Negresco, one of Nice’s most famous hotels. It’s absolutely breathtaking both inside and out. It sits facing the Mediterranean, with its iconic dome is easy to spot from almost anywhere along The Promenade des Anglais (so named for all the English people who spend/spent their winters there). Every morning (ok today it was afternoon) we awake in the lap of luxury and peer out at the sparkling blue waters that have earned the moniker “Cote d’Azur” (azure means blue in French).

We’ve spent a lot of time meandering through the streets, exploring the city and tasting nearly every bakery and gelato shop we encounter.

We’ve done some wonderful excursions as well. My favorite so far has been the evening we spent in Monaco. It’s about 45 minutes by car or bus up the coastline, and you might miss the border without a keen eye.

We stopped first at The Rock, where the palace is. Austere from the outside, the interior is nothing short of magnificent. With rooms decorated in styles of all the famous Henry’s and frescos that date back centuries, every nook and cranny holds a rich story. Tragically, we were not permitted to take photographs. However just outside the palace offered some amazing views of Monte Carlo.

The famous Monte Carlo yacht show began the day after our visit, so we got to see the bay full of the most amazing and extravagant boats in the world. Known for it’s opulence, extreme wealth, and decadent luxury, Monte Carlo certainly lives up to its reputation. A small principality, they have some fascinating policies around taxes and residence. Anyone who stays in the country for at least 6 months and 1 day is exempt from paying taxes. They are also guaranteed employment (if they lose a job, the government will find them a new one). However real estate is ungodly expensive. While the glamour alone is enough to draw me in for a visit, the best thing about Monaco is the safety. With an abundance of police (both uniformed and plain clothed) you can feel quite secure.

After touring the palace and chapel at The Rock, we continued to Monte Carlo where we traveled part of the route for the famous grand prix. We had a lovely dinner al fresco at the Cafe de Paris, next to the famous Casino, then snuck over there for a look around and some casual gambling.

My longtime readers will know that I’ve spent quite a bit of time in casinos and am well-versed in the etiquette and culture. That said, the casino was one of the most disappointing “attractions” I’ve ever visited in my life. There’s a 17 euro (about $20) entrance fee, which we only learned afterwards is supposed to afford you a free cocktail. Of course, the painfully rude staff does not inform you of this upon entrance. What you see when you walk in is two very beautiful rooms. The first has one craps table, maybe two blackjack tables, and a bar area with some seating. The second room has about 20 slot machines. It is nearly silent, and the glamorous cars parked out front clearly didn’t belong to the everyday folk who were seated at the (mostly empty) tables. If not for the lovely decor, the place would be nothing short of melancholy. Most of the building is private salons where they whisk away high rollers to gamble in secrecy. All this to say – if you’re ever there, don’t waste your time and money by entering. We concurred that the Monte Carlo in Vegas is superior to the real one (and that’s really saying something, because it’s not that nice!) I snapped a forbidden photo so you can see the interior and know that you’re not missing anything.

Yesterday, we traveled down to Cannes and visited Ile Saint-Honorat, which I wrote about here. After quick naps and an INCREDIBLE dinner at Safari (get the pesto pasta – best I’ve ever had!) we headed out for a night on the town. We stopped first at a place called “The American Bar” for some after dinner drinks. Then we went next door for some raucous karaoke with about 100 delightfully hammered Dutch soccer fans. Soon we were all arm in arm, essentially moshing to “Cotton Eyed Joe” (pause for processing – weird, right!?). We sang and danced until the bar closed and we were thrust upon the streets to navigate our way home. Suffice to say it was an epic evening I won’t soon forget.

We are completely smitten with Nice, but our departure is bittersweet. We are heading to one of my favorite places in the world- Paris. I’ll be sure to share more stories and photos soon!

[Note: This post is a little out of order. It took me a while to write, but it should have been the first one from Peru.]

In most Masters programs, students write a thesis. In my Business School program, we do an international consulting project instead. After hundreds of hours of meetings and research, five of my colleagues and I flew to Lima this week to present our recommendations to our client. Afterwards we celebrated with the most memorable meal of my life at Central Restaurante.

You might not have heard of it, but in the food world, Central is famous. This year it was ranked 5th in the world (#1 in Latin America) and it was also featured in an episode of the Netflix series, Chef’s Table. We enjoyed the famous Mater Elevations menu, which features 17 courses representing different elevations from around Peru.

Before I dive into the first course, I’ll give you a little background. Chef Virgilio Martinez Veliz and his sister, who has a science background, source their ingredients from all over the country. From the Netflix episode, I remember him saying that they use about 150 ingredients from around Peru but only half of them are known food items. This means that some of the courses are a bit weird, making the meal an adventure. Each course came with an explanation, and we required instructions on what to eat (and how…. and in some cases, in which order). In addition to unique ingredients and creative preparation, the presentation was bar none. The food, and the dishes they were served on, were unlike anything else I’ve ever seen before.

It was a bit dark, so apologies for the photo quality, but I think you’ll be able to appreciate the effort and precision that went into the presentation of each bite.

I’ll spare you in-depth coverage of each course, and just cover my favorites instead. We started off strong with Rock Mullucs – Elevation: -10. The menu describes it as “Sea snail, Mussel, Sargassum, and Limpet”. This is one of the ones where we needed instruction most. The wooden sticks on the barnacle (barnacle for decoration only) were intended to be used as spoons so that we could scoop the dark jam-textured concoction onto a puffed algae crisp. The flavors and the mouth feel were both incredible, leaving us in anxious anticipation of the next course.

This eager anticipation was part of the defining experience of this meal. I always look forward to dessert, but this meal was so much more than food. The second course was one of the weirder ones. This is a crisp leaf covered in some kind of green powder. It wasn’t delicious, but it wasn’t bad either. The little red bite at the top were one of my favorites from the evening. They were cold and melted on the tongue.

Another stand-out course was the piranha. The course consisted of two different things using different parts of the fish. One was crispy slivers of the skin, served atop a plate made of the aggressive fish’s dismembered head.

Perhaps my favorite course was the sea urchin. I tried sea urchin a couple of years ago at a sushi restaurant in San Diego. At the time, I wasn’t crazy about it. Both the texture and the flavor turned me off so I didn’t expect to enjoy it so much this time around. The flavors of the sea urchin (the orange part of the picture above) paired perfectly with the thin slices of melon.

This beautiful dish was also one of the most delicious. It’s a massive river fish that we enjoyed prepared several different ways while in Lima. They called it, Colors of Amazonia and described it as “Paiche, Yacon, Bellaco, and Lemongrass”.

Below, you’ll see other courses including pork belly, scallops, and a colorful dish made almost entirely of different corns.

Above: Land of Corn. Menu described it as “Kculli, Purple, Chuli, Piscorunto”.

Part way through the meal, the Chef stopped by to say hello and see how we were enjoying everything. Of course, we couldn’t resist asking for a photo. He’s a young guy, 30ish, and surprisingly soft-spoken and humble for someone so highly lauded. And no, Mom, he’s not single.

Course 14 brought us to desserts. The first was very popular among my friends – frozen algae and a refreshing green sorbet.

Below was my favorite of the desserts (the only one with chocolate).

The meal took three hours, but with good company and the epicurean adventure, it passed quickly.

If you are going to be in Lima, I highly recommend a visit. It books up fast, but reservations are made easily online. I made mine several months in advance, and I’d recommend doing the same. There are great restaurants all over Lima, but this one is truly a stand-out.

You know how, sometimes, you hear so much about something that when you actually see or experience it, there’s no way it can possibly live up to the hype? Well, Machu Picchu isn’t one of those things. It’s every bit as spectacular as you’d expect it to be.

There are several ways to reach Machu Picchu, and none of them are easy. The hardest way is a 4 day (3 night) hike on the Inca Trail. My friend Jill and I opted for the easiest (and shortest) method, which meant a van picked us up from our hotel around 6:30 AM. That took us to a bus, which took us to another bus, which took us to a train, which took us to a final bus. And that’s just one way. We finally arrived around noon, and the conditions were perfect.

Our guide, Jonathan, led us up some stairs, pausing periodically to educate us about Machu Picchu and the Inca as we caught our breath. It wasn’t a challenging climb, but the altitude made us all get winded more easily than normal. We learned that the civilization wasn’t actually called the Inca – there was only one Inca at a time (the ruler) and everyone else was Quechua. Almost nothing is known about the first Incas since they didn’t write their history, but we know a fair amount about the later rulers thanks to the Spanish who chronicled the culture.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs we were immediately rewarded with this spectacular view. Our guide was extremely patient while we snapped photos to our hearts content. I might have snapped a selfie or two (ok, there are like 50 on my phone).

We learned that you can tell where the highest ranking people lived because the construction of those homes are superior. The rocks are cut and shaped together perfectly without the need for mortar. We saw this in the Inca’s dwelling, the temple, and also where the priest lived. All the homes, even the Inca’s, are very small since they only used it for sleeping. The other, less holy areas are still beautifully built but the stones are less perfect and there is mortar between them.

They chose the location for Machu Picchu for multiple reasons. First, the elevation was appealing because it put them close to the gods. It also provided some protection, since enemies would have to scale the surrounding mountains. It would be easy to spot them as they did so. However, it is situated between two major fault lines so it’s prone to earthquakes. It’s also in an area with heavy rainfall much of the year.

It’s incredible how smart the Quechua were. Their architecture and astronomy were particularly impressive. They utilized the large boulders in the landscape to stabilize the buildings and protect against tremors. And they build in a system of aqueducts, channels, and fountains to deal with the heavy rains. As you can see in the picture below, the roofs of each home were built at 65 degrees so that the rain would pour off easily. The terraced areas you see were used for agriculture. They have several layers of dirt, sand, gravel, and larger rocks underneath to deal with the rain so that floods were nonexistent, even in the heaviest downpours.

If you’re in touch with South American news, you might know that there are strikes and protests going on throughout Peru right now. The notoriously corrupt government recently canceled plans to build a new airport in Cusco and the citizens are displeased about it. On top of that, the teachers are fighting for higher wages. In case the protests spread, police were sent to Machu Picchu with riot shields and machine guns. I think they were just as psyched to be there as we were.

In addition to being pretty darn funny, this picture is also a good example of the first construction style I mentioned with “pillow” shaped rocks that are cut so perfectly they don’t even need mortar. Compare that with the picture above and you can really appreciate the difference. However it’s important to keep in mind that all of the 700 people who lived there were considered high society, so there are no areas inside Machu Picchu where the lower castes lived.

The place is huge; we spent almost three hours there and honestly it felt a bit rushed because we had to make our train. I could have spent at least another hour or two exploring, petting the alpacas, et cetera.

Guess I’ll just have to go back! It’s a little expensive (I paid about $380 USD for admission, all transportation, and the tour guide), and it’s a very long day (about 15.5 hours), but it’s absolutely worth it. I am still reeling in awe, and I don’t think it’s wearing off any time soon!